Off the Sauce(r)

After several weeks of tentative two and three step false starts, Little Bit is officially a walker. We spent last week in Hilton Head with my family, and he toddled all over the place, giggling and squealing and convinced he was one of "the big kids." Thanks to a flight delay and subsequent missed connection, he also toddled around three airports yesterday. Though, of course, he did some crawling as well, in order to take advantage of the super clean floors at airports.

It's taken nothing to get him to sleep for bed and naps since we arrived home. Either he is thrilled to be in his crib and not a pack and play or he is completely exhausted from experiencing our house as a walker. Watching him enjoy this newly-discovered freedom is delightful, especially when he toddles over to my open arms or goes in hot pursuit of big brother Bub.


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And so it was time. I've known it for a couple of months now but hesitated to say goodbye. Bub loved you well in his time and me, a semi-desperate first timer of a mom, loved you so well that I let you overstay your welcome. Indeed, I was unable to turn you away until Bub climbed out of you in a dangerous, headfirst fashion.

When Little Bit was around four months, we welcomed you back into our lives (you had never left our hearts). Little Bit soon loved you too.

So many good memories flooded back--stolen moments to check email, quick trips to the bathroom by myself, household chores completed without a twenty-plus-pounder on my hip.

The bright colors, the texture of exquisitely chewed plastic, the layer of goldfish/puff crumbs, the sound of bouncing and spinning ... oh, could I go on.

I gave you the once over with some Lysol wipes and asked hubby to do the deed. Back to the crawl space you went. Even with all the other toys and plastic crap strewn about, the family room is lonely without you.

Exersaucer, until next time, you will be missed.